My dear Ampelos,
To him we say adios.
Lost in the tragic days of yesteryear—
A proud boy with no fear.
He hitched a ride on a wild bull,
Set the tides of faith on the pull.
The Moon Goddess he set out to mock,
But her power soon sent him quite a shock.
He was such a handsome satyr.
How was he smashed so quickly into a crater?
We all feel the loss of Great Dionysus's youthful paramour.
Nothing else has ever made the god quite as sore.
Though filled with sorrow, he turned his love into a vine.
Ampelos's last gift to the world is his wine.
Their sweet passion is still reflected in the world today.
Remember them and all boys in love as you sip your chardonnay.